Chapter 2

Reincarnation of the Demon King (2)

"Too difficult, it's too difficult."

Moyong Jin lay on the floor, lamenting his current state.

His body was drenched in sweat, the reason being that he had been diligently practicing the Outer Gate Technique just a moment ago.

For a whole minute.

"My original body also had the Gouyang Meridian blockage... but it wasn't this bad, really!"

Moyong Jin's body was truly in a dire state.

It was almost miraculous that he was still alive.

His emaciated body made it difficult to even get up, and even lying still, he felt an overwhelming yang energy pressing down on him.

Breathing was a miracle, but it also caused him pain.

This was Moyong Jin's current state.

And yet, he was practicing the Outer Gate Technique with such a body?

An ordinary person would have given up just trying to sit in the lotus position.

But Moyong Jin was the reincarnation of the Demon King Tian Jilin from his previous life.

With a temperament that would see things through to the end, he endured the extreme pain and challenged the Outer Gate Technique dozens of times a day.

"If I want to survive, I have no choice. I have to keep at it."

Lying on the floor, he began to recite the Jiewo Ming (Life-Gripping Mantra).

The Jiewo Ming was one of the insights of Tian Longxian, who was once known as "Yaoxian."

It literally meant the "mantra that grips life."

Reciting it in his mind alone could heal his body and double the healing effect.

"Really, I wonder how someone could create something like this... That Yaoxian guy must not have been normal either."

Though Moyong Jin couldn't understand it, he continued to recite the mantra.

The effects were definitely there.

Whoosh.

As he recited the mantra, a faint sound echoed in his ears, and the hidden inner energy in his body began to rise slightly.

The inner energy was so faint, and all his meridians were severed, so even if he tried to gather it with an inner energy technique, he couldn't form a dantian.

However, the human body has a survival instinct, so even without a dantian, the gathered inner energy didn't completely disappear.

It clung to various organs and spread throughout his body, a result of the innate true energy trying to save his body by holding onto the inner energy.

Thanks to this, Moyong Jin could gradually recover his body.

Though the recovery was very, very slow.

Like a butterfly's wing flapping affecting someone standing ten yards away?

In short, what he was doing now couldn't completely heal his body.

But what could he do?

If he didn't do it, he would die.

Moyong Jin continued to repeat the Outer Gate Technique and the Jiewo Ming mantra, solely for the sake of survival.

"Still, this kid is truly pitiful."

The "kid" he was referring to was the original owner of the body.

The original Moyong Jin's memories were still present, and most of them were of his father, Moyong Xie, crying, with the rest being the ceiling he saw every day.

In other words, he spent his entire life lying here.

How pitiful for a child.

That's why Moyong Jin had to live.

He wanted to show this child more of the world.

He wanted to let him know that there were more things to see and do in the world.

Though the original soul was gone, now that he was Moyong Jin, he felt that by seeing with his own eyes, the child could see too.

Just as he was lost in these strange thoughts, about to delve deeper into his mind...

A 'bang' sounded, and the person in question appeared.

"Jin!"

Ah, here we go again.

The bandit, Moyong Xie, Moyong Jin's father, ran in, tears streaming down his face.

He had rolled around somewhere and came running to me, and I hastily closed my mouth, which had been reciting the mantra.

"Is our son feeling better today? Are you in pain anywhere? Cough... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Oh, you're sweating a lot. I'll wipe you down."

Moyong Xie, sniffling, picked up a bowl and a cloth from the corner of the room and began to carefully wipe my body with the wet cloth.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry for making you be born like this... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..."

It was the tenth day since Moyong Jin's soul had entered this body.

Moyong Xie was always like this.

He would cry just at the sight of Moyong Jin and constantly apologize.

Feeling the warmth and love of a parent...

Not really.

It was frustrating to the point of madness.

In his previous life, Tian Jilin was an orphan and didn't know what parental "love" was.

But now, he just wanted to keep not knowing.

He knew how devoted Moyong Xie was and how much he loved Moyong Jin.

But it had been going on for days.

Seeing Moyong Xie cry and apologize every day was a burden in itself.

If he at least had a decent appearance, his crying might be beautiful.

But with the face of a bandit leader, crying every day...

Oh...

I really want to say something.

If I could, I would really tell him to stop crying...

But I can't.

The reason is that this Moyong Jin hasn't learned to speak properly.

Partly because he is young, but also because he has lived in pain every day, Moyong Jin hasn't learned to speak.

Of course, Tian Jilin could.

He had been muttering to himself just now.

The problem was Moyong Xie.

If his sick son suddenly spoke fluently, Moyong Xie would definitely find it strange.

'Just bear with it. It's better to avoid raising suspicion. I can vent my frustration in my mind.'

"Ah, really, just stop crying..."

At that moment, the air in the room turned cold.

I had said it out loud by mistake.

And it was the opposite of what I was thinking... or maybe it shouldn't have come out at all?

Damn...

Moyong Xie's already fierce face became even more serious, and the atmosphere in the room grew even colder.

Not knowing what to do, I just stared with wide eyes, and then Moyong Xie's figure moved.

Damn! With this body...

My already exhausted body couldn't avoid Moyong Xie's movement, so I had no choice but to take it.

"Jin! Jin! You spoke! Jin!"

Moyong Xie pulled Moyong Jin into his arms and began to wail.

Moyong Jin's face, held in Moyong Xie's arms, quickly became covered in Moyong Xie's tears and snot.

'Damn!'

* * *

Fortunately, there was no suspicion.

Listening to the conversation outside while lying still, Moyong Jin explained that he had naturally learned to speak by listening to the outside world, and Moyong Xie was overjoyed, thinking he was a genius.

And Moyong Jin had to suffer again.

The tears, snot, and Moyong Xie's kisses.

Held in Moyong Xie's arms, Moyong Jin even wondered if this place was hell.

After crying for a while, Moyong Xie wiped Moyong Jin's face, which was covered in his tears, and brought in the meal.

The meal, as always, was barley porridge.

Barley porridge with finely chopped pickled radish.

Moyong Xie always apologized for not being able to provide better food, but Moyong Jin actually liked it.

For his current state, there was nothing better than barley porridge.

Even the pickled radish was a burden for Moyong Jin.

"Father, I have a question."

"Ha ha ha! Now that our son can speak, we can have a conversation. Yes... our Jin can speak... sniff..."

When Moyong Xie started to cry again, Moyong Jin quickly stopped him.

"If you keep crying, we can't have a conversation, Father!"

"Ah... Yes, I'm sorry. I'm a poor father, always crying... Yes, you had a question. Go ahead. Now that you can speak, it's still difficult to use complex words, so don't push yourself too hard..."

"While lying here, I sometimes hear conversations. We are the Moyong family, right? Our names and Father's name both include 'Moyong.' Why are we living in such a shabby hut? I heard that the Moyong family was once a central force in the martial world..."

Moyong Xie was surprised by Moyong Jin's smooth words.

"How did you know that... and you speak so well? How could you, who has never learned, speak like that..."

"I only have the ability to listen to sounds while lying here. I didn't say anything because I thought Father might find it strange... but now I'll just speak my mind."

"Ah... I see. I see..."

Moyong Jin decided to fully reveal himself.

There was no point in hiding and making himself frustrated.

"Our son is a real genius! A great scholar! No, our Jin might even become a noble who leaves a name in this world! Sniff sniff..."

Moyong Jin used the bowl as a shield to block Moyong Xie, who was trying to hug him and cry again.

"Please stop crying and tell me the story, will you? Yes?!"

Moyong Xie's face became covered in barley porridge, but he still ended up hugging and crying over Moyong Jin.

"Ah, damn it! Please stop crying!"

* * *

Moyong Xie stopped crying after another hour.

'This guy must know I'm not his son and is just acting.'

Moyong Jin, whose face was covered in tears, snot, and barley porridge, wanted to hit Moyong Xie but couldn't bring himself to do it.

First, he was the father of this body, and Moyong Jin knew how devoted he was.

Moreover, he knew that if he hit him now, he would only hurt himself.

After stopping his tears, Moyong Xie carefully wiped Moyong Jin's face.

"So, will you tell me the story now? Yes?!"

Moyong Jin's slightly harsh words made Moyong Xie flinch, but he didn't take it too seriously.

'Is he already in his rebellious phase? They say today's kids grow up fast, and our son is already rebellious after just learning to speak! Our son is amazing! He will surely become a great person in the future...'

"Sniff..."

"Ah, damn it! Why are you crying again! Please stop crying!"

Moyong Jin's fierce shout finally stopped Moyong Xie's tears.

"Ah... I'm sorry, son. Phew... What was your question again?"

"The Moyong family..."

Now completely drained, he took a deep breath and spoke, and Moyong Xie nodded in understanding.

"Yes. Even though you're not yet of age, our Jin is a genius, so it's not bad to know about the family. Sniff, our Jin already... wants to know about the family and is making efforts, sniff... I, a poor father, am so moved... What a touching moment..."

"Ah, stop it!"

Moyong Jin's eyes, which seemed to emit a killing intent, finally made Moyong Xie calm down and start telling the story.

"Ahem... Yes, as you said, our Moyong family (慕容世家) once surpassed the Nangong family (南宮世家) and enjoyed the greatest prosperity of its time. This was not long ago, when I was your age..."

Just as he started the story, Moyong Jin felt a slight dizziness.

It seemed his body couldn't handle the strain.

Just shouting loudly was too much for his body...

As his consciousness blurred, he felt his father running to hug him, and soon his face became wet.

The dirty, salty taste in his mouth made Moyong Jin think:

'In my previous life, I never had parents, so I never did this... but maybe it's not bad to commit a filial impiety in this life.'

Moyong Jin felt that even if he went to the afterlife, he would be given leniency.